Of course the way was still fraught with danger. I suppose the Brits knew we were in the area after that agent fiasco, and didn't want to let us go.
After the second crash dive, and being rocked again by a Sunderland's bombs, good call by Lehmann of Third Watch, Willi's gang who had us scurrying down that ladder like squirrels, and the boat already tipping down just in time, we're going to keep out of the way down here until nightfall.
It's slow but safer, and Hans is listening out for any contacts.
To while away the time, our coxswain "Cox" is entertaining us in the wardroom with some magic tricks from whatever he can find to hand.
He produces a string of white victory pennants from his sleeve, a mouldy orange from his side cap, an array of card tricks, and finally he makes some coins vanish.
"Excellent Cox! Especially that last trick with the disappearing money"
"Interestingly enough I received a memo from Flotilla Headquarters last time we were in, questioning our boat's requisition budget. We seem to have put in for a lot of things that wouldn't actually fit in the boat.
"Like what, Sir?"
"Like a Mercedes"
"Sir, I...."
"It's ok Cox, I performed a little magic trick of my own and made the memo vanish into thin air"
"Just take the car, give some of the boys a joy ride, and then use it to get yourself home to your family when we dock back in France."
"You think we'll still get back, Kaleun?"
"You can count on it, you rascal!"
LS
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